Dr. Mark Sloan

Dr. Mark Sloan. Plastics Surgeon/ENT. Father to Sofia Torres-Robbins.

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I'm ready to go home now

I've been here forever.

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So

Two weeks unconscious. What did I miss?

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Time || Slexie

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Chuckling to himself Mark smiles. “Lexie calm down… I’m okay.” He promises looking at her. She’s obviously worked up and he doesn’t blame her. Every time she has ended up in the hospital, he has found himself just as upset, just as worried, just as frantic as she comes off right now. Whatever he can do to make Lexie feel better he will do. Reaching up with one hand he takes the cup while laces her fingers with his on the other hand. Setting the cup down he looks at her, she looks exhausted and he wonders the last time that she slept. Days ago perhaps? Had she stayed here or gone home with the children. He hoped that she went home with the children. They deserved a mother when they couldn’t have a father. Before he can ask he sees something silver glistening on her neck. The necklace meant for her Christmas gift. Had he missed Christmas? Slept their children’s first Christmas away in a hospital bed.

"You found the necklace," he has the smallest of smirks on his face. In all honesty he considered the possibility that he would have never kept it hidden until Christmas. Lexie always had a way of finding things, on accident or on purpose she would find things when he hid them. The bottom of his desk drawer had been hopeful to say the least. The necklace displays their family’s birthdays, as well as their wedding date. One life together. They had one life together. "How long was I out? Please don’t tell me that I missed their first Christmas?" His voice is still soft as Ella crawls a little more up towards him, it makes him nervous if he’s got suture sights but he wants to see his babies.

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"Of course I found it." A soft chuckle leaves her lips. There aren’t many things people can hide from her; whether it’s tangible or just a simple emotion, Lexie has always been good in finding things and figuring out the truth. The fact that she didn’t find Mark’s engagement ring all those years ago is only because she was stuck in a hospital room pretty similar to this one. "After I decorated the Christmas tree with our munchkins, I brought them to bed and planned to sleep as well, yet I suddenly found myself sitting in your office. I don’t know, I think it just was the last place we were together and that gave me a little more hope, and calmed me, even if we fought in there. I remembered you rushing and closing that drawer as I entered and you know my curiosity.." Shrugging, Lexie grins mischievously down at her husband before she takes his cup, putting it aside.

With an alert look on her daughter, she eventually sinks down in the chair again. It’s her chair, whenever she found time to visit her love between handling twins by herself, decorating the house to give them the first Christmas they deserve and leading the Neuro department on her own (because of-freaking-course her brother-in-law is more absent to take care of his pregnant wife instead of taking care of his patients) and mostly the pit since every other surgeon is on paternal leave or busy elsewhere, it was that one chair she sat on, holding Mark’s hand and hoping for the best. “No, you didn’t miss Christmas. In fact ..today is Christmas. Surprise! And a happy Christmas Eve, my darling.” A joyous laughter fills the room, and it’s the first time since she found her husband covered with his blood that a happy sound like that leaves her mouth.

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"I can never keep anything from you," Mark smiles softly. He didn't know a single thing he had successfully kept hidden from her. No matter what he did Lexie would find some way to figure out hate bed he had gotten her. Once he had hidden her birthday present in a drawer at work, Lexie had found it. He still thinks if she hadn't of been in a hospital bed then she would have found the engagement ring he bought for her. "So they liked the house all decorated?" Mark couldn't believe he had missed that. Get had talked about decorating the tree with their kids together. Mark would have strung the lights and had Nate at least attempt to help. But not this year. Their first Christmas and he spent it here.

"Merry Christmas my love," they would spend Christmas here. Mark couldn't go home yet, and he wouldn't be able to go home for a little bit yet. Without even moving he knew his body was still in bad shape. Muscles that he didn't even remember he had hurt. Moving hurt and it would definitely be some time until he was able to go home and pick up his kids like wanted. Although he desperately wanted to go home, he knew it wouldn't do anyone any good.

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Time || Slexie

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The first thing he sees is Lexie. Her brown strands fall on his face, tickling his pores. What seemed like only minutes ago he thought he had been shot but instead he’s laying in a bed with his beautiful wife standing above him and he can breathe. Yes it’s not exactly the best hrs ever been able to but damnit he can breathe a hell of a lot better. His mind senses that’s he has spent the past few days asleep. The look on Lexie’s face tells him that she’s afraid but he’s awake. Mark is awake and he’s here and the twins lay at his feet. Their family. The family that happened by sheer luck survived another day.

"Hello sweetie," he says unwanting to move. There’s a fear within him that if he moves too much he will send himself into some sort of excruciating pain. The absolute last thing he wanted Lexie or their children to see was him in any sort of pain. Mark was strong. He had beaten more than the normal person and he wouldn’t let them see him as anything less. Mark scared away the monsters under the bed, he liked being that guy. "Can you hand me some water?" He asks his voice barely above a whisper. Not on purpose but his throat was sore, he needed something.

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The kiss doesn’t take long, but as she breaks back she feels better, she feels alive again. Those last days has been terrible, while he’s been fast asleep in his dreamland, she’s been fighting to not break down. And now that he’s awake, she feels like a burden is lifted from her shoulder, and the emptiness inside of her heart is finally filled with love again. Love for this one man, who she knows would go through fire for her and so much more. After all those years she still hasn’t figured out what she’s done to deserve Mark, yet she also gave up asking herself this question. Truth is that he needed her as much as she needed him, and choosing him was the best decision she has ever made.

"God, shit.. I mean shoot.. I mean, I-.. I’ll shut up and get you some water." She rambles out. They’ve agreed to not use any kind of cusses in presence of their children but in some rare situation Lexie actually has her problems with that; especially when her emotions are all over the top. Stepping back, she turns her heels and walks over to the little table, grabing the bottle of water to pour something in a cup. Then she steals a straw out of Ella’s mug (her newest obsession) and returns to her husband. "Here we go." Softly she takes his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers while she holds the cup on his mouth.

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Chuckling to himself Mark smiles. "Lexie calm down... I'm okay." He promises looking at her. She's obviously worked up and he doesn't blame her. Every time she has ended up in the hospital, he has found himself just as upset, just as worried, just as frantic as she comes off right now. Whatever he can do to make Lexie feel better he will do. Reaching up with one hand he takes the cup while laces her fingers with his on the other hand. Setting the cup down he looks at her, she looks exhausted and he wonders the last time that she slept. Days ago perhaps? Had she stayed here or gone home with the children. He hoped that she went home with the children. They deserved a mother when they couldn't have a father. Before he can ask he sees something silver glistening on her neck. The necklace meant for her Christmas gift. Had he missed Christmas? Slept their children's first Christmas away in a hospital bed.

"You found the necklace," he has the smallest of smirks on his face. In all honesty he considered the possibility that he would have never kept it hidden until Christmas. Lexie always had a way of finding things, on accident or on purpose she would find things when he hid them. The bottom of his desk drawer had been hopeful to say the least. The necklace displays their family's birthdays, as well as their wedding date. One life together. They had one life together. "How long was I out? Please don't tell me that I missed their first Christmas?" His voice is still soft as Ella crawls a little more up towards him, it makes him nervous if he's got suture sights but he wants to see his babies.

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Time || Slexie

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All around him Mark could hear things. His wife shushing the baby who yelled out for him. Ella. His baby girl clearly wanted him, on his leg he could feel his son crawl on him. Mark knew his kids wanted him, he wanted to go to them, to hold them and his wife… god he wanted to hold his wife. Yet, no matter what he did he seemed unable to move. Until Nate brushed against his hand, Mark reaches for his son. His arm moving the best he could. It’s barely anything but he feels the baby grab for him and he wants to hold him.

His hand moves again, his leg twitching softly. Mark can feel more oxygen filling his lungs and he’s struggling to open his eyes. While his body wants to do it, the problem was he couldn’t get his body to agree with him. Opening his eyes with a gasp he looks around the room. Nathaniel is looking up at him and he can see Lexie looking at him. “Hi,” he says his voice gruff.

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For a second Lexie thought she maybe just imagined the motion, maybe it was just another figment. But then she sees it again, his leg is clearly twitching, his hand seems to reach for the toddler crawling closer to him. With slightly shaky legs the brunette stands up, straightening her body before she softly puts down their daughter next to her brother. Her breathing is shallow, cautiously; she’s afraid that one wrong action could make it all worse. Carefully she puts a hand next to Mark’s head, supporting her weight a little while pressing against the hard pillow. She knows how it feels to lie in an uncomfortable bed like that, and she knows how it feels to wake up from a coma. She’s been in one, out there in the woods. Yet she hadn’t had the luck to wake up in a warm room but beneath cold metal. However, that doesn’t mean she’s not experienced after waking up after a surgery, right here, though she can say that she’s honestly glad her husband doesn’t need to go through this alone. Even if it’s the second coma he’s stuck in.

Her hand gently stokes over Mark’s cheek and she’s sure her brown hair is tickling his skin; but she couldn’t care less. She’s focused on the face of her love, focused mainly on the eyes who seem to flutter open any second now. And then it actually happens, her husband opens his eyes and takes a deep breath. That’s the moment Lexie has been waiting for one and a half week, that’s the moment she’s been dreaming about ever since Cristina told her what happened. And right now, she is overwhelmed by the feelings rushing through her body. Looking into his ocean blue eyes, she needs all her strenght to not break down in tears, tears of joy. “Hey, sweetheart. Welcome back.” The words are spoken tenderly with a relieved smile on her lips, before she eventually bends down and capture his lips with hers.

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The first thing he sees is Lexie. Her brown strands fall on his face, tickling his pores. What seemed like only minutes ago he thought he had been shot but instead he's laying in a bed with his beautiful wife standing above him and he can breathe. Yes it's not exactly the best hrs ever been able to but damnit he can breathe a hell of a lot better. His mind senses that's he has spent the past few days asleep. The look on Lexie's face tells him that she's afraid but he's awake. Mark is awake and he's here and the twins lay at his feet. Their family. The family that happened by sheer luck survived another day.

"Hello sweetie," he says unwanting to move. There's a fear within him that if he moves too much he will send himself into some sort of excruciating pain. The absolute last thing he wanted Lexie or their children to see was him in any sort of pain. Mark was strong. He had beaten more than the normal person and he wouldn't let them see him as anything less. Mark scared away the monsters under the bed, he liked being that guy. "Can you hand me some water?" He asks his voice barely above a whisper. Not on purpose but his throat was sore, he needed something.

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Time || Slexie

Beep.

Beep.

Somewhere in his slumber he could hear the beeping the slowed rate of his own heart. It couldn’t be anything but his heart right? What else would beep like that? Had he gotten shot? Mark had thought he felt three bullets enter his body, no way he had survived that, he couldn’t of. This had to be death. No one could have survived that, the bullet should have shredded his aorta, and anything left should have killed him. Mark died. Mark should have died. There should be nothing left of him. Yet he could hear beeping. The steady rhythm of a heartbeat monitor in the back of his mind. He was trapped. Unable to move or wake up.

Lexie.

He had to get to Lexie. Mark had promised her that she and he would eat lunch, and he never showed up. Somewhere in a hospital corridor he had gotten shot, bullets entering his body, leaving him laying there on the ground in pain and bleeding. Mark could only hope that he hadn’t left her wondering, that she would have figured what happened to him at some point. His wife. His beautiful wife that he loved more than life itself, and he would leave her just like that. Bleeding out on the cool tile floor of the hospital. Or so he thought, until he heard the smallest of voices breaking through. “Dada… up Dada,”

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It’s been a little more than a week since her husband got shot. Nine days in which she fought herself, fought to not drown in misery, fought to keep walking because she knew she shouldn’t even think about lying down and never standing up again, she knew pittying herself wasn’t an option. It still isn’t. Her children need her, they need her to be the mother they’re know because they already live struggling the loss of their father. It breaks her heart in million pieces whenever they ask for their ‘dada’. Their pain makes her feel even worse than herself, and she would sacrifice literally everything only to make them happy again. And if it meens to keep her feelings mashed down, keep her mouth shut, then she’ll do exactly this. She will take care about the twins, she will raise them and be a good mother, and she will wait for Mark to return. Nobody knows whether he’ll wake up again or not, or when said thing happens; not even Cristina has a clue and that’s something which hasn’t happened often so fair. But Lexie knows she cannot lose hope, she cannot give up. She’s a survivor, a fighter, that is something she has proven those last years already. Every little drama has made her stronger - stronger only to be able to handle a situation like that.

But today is Christmas Eve. Today is a family day yet her family won’t be whole without Mark. Two years ago he has proposed to her, out there in the snow, surrounded by trees and lights. It was so beautiful, and the complete opposite of the current events. Her hand smooths a fold of the white bedsheet, her eyes vigilantly fixed on Nate who keeps crawling over his father’s leg. “Shh, shh..” She softly whispers to Ella, turning her attention towards the toddler on her lap who keeps fussing of hunger. Sliding her hand into bag standing next to her, she fishs out a banana, opens it and hands it towards her daughter. That’s the moment a movement goes over the bed. The brunette first though Nathaniel maybe could have done something wrong, but then she realizes it wasn’t her son who moved, it was in fact her husband. “Mark.. Mark, are you.. are you awake?”

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All around him Mark could hear things. His wife shushing the baby who yelled out for him. Ella. His baby girl clearly wanted him, on his leg he could feel his son crawl on him. Mark knew his kids wanted him, he wanted to go to them, to hold them and his wife... god he wanted to hold his wife. Yet, no matter what he did he seemed unable to move. Until Nate brushed against his hand, Mark reaches for his son. His arm moving the best he could. It's barely anything but he feels the baby grab for him and he wants to hold him.

His hand moves again, his leg twitching softly. Mark can feel more oxygen filling his lungs and he's struggling to open his eyes. While his body wants to do it, the problem was he couldn't get his body to agree with him. Opening his eyes with a gasp he looks around the room. Nathaniel is looking up at him and he can see Lexie looking at him. "Hi," he says his voice gruff.

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Time || Slexie

Beep. Beep. Somewhere in his slumber he could hear the beeping the slowed rate of his own heart. It couldn't be anything but his heart right? What else would beep like that? Had he gotten shot? Mark had thought he felt three bullets enter his body, no way he had survived that, he couldn't of. This had to be death. No one could have survived that, the bullet should have shredded his aorta, and anything left should have killed him. Mark died. Mark should have died. There should be nothing left of him. Yet he could hear beeping. The steady rhythm of a heartbeat monitor in the back of his mind. He was trapped. Unable to move or wake up. Lexie. He had to get to Lexie. Mark had promised her that she and he would eat lunch, and he never showed up. Somewhere in a hospital corridor he had gotten shot, bullets entering his body, leaving him laying there on the ground in pain and bleeding. Mark could only hope that he hadn't left her wondering, that she would have figured what happened to him at some point. His wife. His beautiful wife that he loved more than life itself, and he would leave her just like that. Bleeding out on the cool tile floor of the hospital. Or so he thought, until he heard the smallest of voices breaking through. "Dada... up Dada,"

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Almost...

*begins choking on intubation*

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*is updating Mark’s chart then hears some sounds coming from the coma patient, turn around fast* Oh, woah! Uh… *runs to the bed, eyes wide* Shh, it’s just the tube. *pushed him back on the bed and starts to take off the tube* Oh my God… *whisperes, then a small smile plays around her lip* Oh, hello back to life! *puts on her stethoscope and starts to listen to his heart and check his other vitals*

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*Fights the intubation until it's removed. Marks eyes flutter open for a second before he closes them and doesn't move.*

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Almost...

*begins choking on intubation*

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Text || Mark

Owen: Care to tell me what is going on at the hospital?

Mark: *No answer*

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The Walk || Mark

Meet Lexie at Neuro Nurses station. The simple thought ran through his head as he headed to the nurses station. Meeting Lexie meant lunch, and maybe if he got lucky he could get some time with Lexie in the on-call room. Not even having sex, Mark just wanted to legitimately spend time with his wife holding her in his arms before his stretch of afternoon surgeries. Smiling he texts her that he loves her and heads towards the station. It's a man, standing in a grey hoodie in a darker corner of the hospital corridors. "Can I help you?" He asked looking to see the man's face. Instantly his blood runs cold, Mark knew this man. A few weeks ago this man had been thrown out of the hospital after Mark lost his wife on the table. The woman had been burned badly, and had died in the OR. Taking a step away Mark moves to look for someone near him. No one. He's alone. "You killed her." The man repeats and Mark barely breathes. "I am so sorry." Mark apologized knowing that he just needed to calm the man down and move away as fast as possible. Just get to the nurses station. All he had todo and he had as much time as he needed with his wife until surgery called and they had to go to the OR. If he could just get away he could go meet his wife and call security. Mark could get away from himself and all but run to his wife. He would kiss her and just hold her. God how he just wanted to hold her right now. What he wouldn't give to be safe in their bed instead of here at work. Maybe they could take the day off, he could just take her home. "You killed her." He repeats. One. Two. Three. Shots ring out, hitting Mark as he drops to the floor. Completely unable topics without pain in his body. Bullets in his chest as in his shoulder. Heaving for breath he tries to move for his phone. Unable to do so as he passes out. All he had wanted to do was meet Lexie.

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Page || Lexie

Page: 911 ER

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Text || Lex

Mark: He comes back soon my love.

Mark: Okay. I'll head over

Lex: I probably should feel bad because than Cristina is the Chief's wife, but I don't. Does it make me a bad person? I don't even care. I just want to wake up next to you, and go to sleep with you, on a regular basis again. And amazing, see you in a few. I love you very much.

Mark: I love you too.

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Text || Lex

Lex: Yeah, but that's been the first time since a while, because you're still busy being Chief. Nurses Station, Neuro.

Lex: I mean I'm not complaining I'm happy you got that kind of opportunity again, but.. I'm counting the days until Owen returns.

Mark: He comes back soon my love.

Mark: Okay. I'll head over

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Text || Lex

Lex: I don't care whether we eat something or I just watch you filling out your paperwork. I just want to see you.

Lex: I miss you more than anything these days, you know.

Lex: ..And wow, I got at my lowest, I'm rambling through messages.

Lex: PS: That was a yes.

Mark: Sweetheart you saw me this morning. And last night when we made love, and at dinner, and in the morning.

Mark: Of course I miss you when you aren't around.

Mark: Where are you?

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Text || Lex

Mark: Hey do you wanna grab lunch today?